What's more, I never speculate." "Why, that's safest, brother Tony," said the farmer.
"And safe's my game--always was, always will be! Do you think"-- Anthony sucked his grog to the sugar-dregs, till the spoon settled on his nose--"do you think I should hold the position I do hold, be trusted as I am trusted?
Ah! you don't know much about that.

Should I have money placed in my hands, do you think--and it's thousands at a time, gold, and notes, and cheques--if I was a risky chap?
I'm known to be thoroughly respectable.

Five and forty years I've been in Boyne's Bank, and thank ye, ma'am, grog don't do no harm down here.

And I will take another glass.

'When the heart of a man!'-- but I'm no singer." Mrs.Sumfit simpered, "Hem; it's the heart of a woman, too: and she have one, and it's dying to hear of her darlin' blessed in town, and of who cuts her hair, and where she gets her gownds, and whose pills--" The farmer interrupted her irritably.
"Divide a couple o' hundred thousand and more by forty-five and a half," he said.